Saturday, 25 April 2015

Photo diary: week 17, 365

Last week it was all about our garden. The weeds had a growth spurt, and it is a never-ending battle. When Eddie and I walk, we enjoy looking at the clouds and imagining what they look like.
Last Sunday we had a bit of a creative argument with Eddie. I said the cloud looked like a bighorn sheep, while my little man insisted it was a Mummy whale with two babies in the deep blue sea. What do you see?

20.04: I have spotted this gorgeous European Peacock (Aglais io) in our garden. It kept fluttering its wings, and I took 40+ photos, just clicking non-stop before I managed to catch a perfect moment. Love this photo, and feel mighty proud of it. In Russia this butterfly is known as "pavlinii glaz", literally a peacock's eye.

21.04: Eddie still gets pretty tired after school, and often falls asleep around 5 or 6pm. I was chatting with him, he was playing with his toys one moment, then I went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. A couple of minutes later I found him fast asleep, semi-standing, with his face down. This photo is surely deserving to be counted among the family classics. One to show his future girlfriend perhaps?

22.04: We have two juneberry plants in the garden. I love their berries, so sweet and juicy. They grow in abundance in my home town, that's why I planted them in our garden, to recreate a piece of homeland. Their blossom is white and fragile, pretty and mildly fragrant.

About Me

My blog name Chez Maximka is a joking reference to the grand classic restaurant Maxim's as well as my younger son's second name.

What defines me? My family, art and creativity, passion for books and cooking. I'm a mother of two lovely boys (15 and 6 years old). My older son has autism, and life is a constant challenge. But having a child with a disability has taught us to appreciate simple pleasures of life, like catching raindrops with a tongue or having a cup of tea uninterrupted for the whole five minutes, enjoying the world where the smell and taste and all things sensory become more acute. Cooking for me is a labour of love and a creative process as well as a form of an escapism.